The­re is a sto­ry behind room 524 . Sto­ry of Paula, Michael and Bob. Sto­ry of a woman fol­lo­wing her heart. Sto­ry of man being too fra­gi­le and ano­ther one seeking reve­ne­ge using power of money. Con­stant thre­ats, lawy­ers, law­su­its, lone­li­ness. Drugs inste­ad of pre­sen­ce some­one who makes pro­blems disappear. Being in room 524 and touching thin line that sepa­ra­tes here and nowhe­re. Bono’s tri­bu­te to Micha­el reminds me how easy is to cross this line. Eve­ry time I play it.

This is love­ly poem by Wisła­wa Szym­bor­ska. The­re are things that seem to be con­stant and tho­se that come and go in a blink of eye. Nothing hap­pens twi­ce. Chan­ce comes une­xpec­te­dly. Once and never aga­in. I felt it so deeply in my heart and soul it almost… Almost.

Decem­ber. Or may­be Sep­tem­ber aga­in? Lone­ly but­ter­fly did some­thing wrong with its wing on the other side od the glo­be. Becau­se of that we had autum untill end of Decem­ber. Kra­ków aga­in. Good food and inspi­ring meeting with Wacek Wan­tuch orga­ni­zed by Iza. Fly­ing bikers in Are­na Cen­tre in Łódź. Having petrol in my blo­od and quite nice pho­tos. Gathe­ring info abo­ut stu­dio equ­ip­ment & lear­ning how to deal with color. My moni­tor gets nice DIY hood. Spen­ding a week with my kids and cele­bra­ting seventh year of my Capri­corn. Last Aula. Last din­ner. Last day of 2011. Chri­st­mas time with fami­ly pas­sed some­how unno­ti­ced. War­saw & Yo aga­in. New Years Eve at crow­ded Castle Squ­are. Bye, bye two-ou-one-one. I won’t miss you much ’cau­se there’s young and fresh two-ou-one-two knoc­king on my door.. Thank you for being part of my life.

Novem­ber. Life slows down. If one never went thro­ugh Novem­ber here in Poland, one doesn’t have blo­ody idea what I am tal­king abo­ut. Free fal­ling with thin­king abo­ut pro­tec­tion. Will the para­chu­te open? Have I had taken para­chu­te with me befo­re I had to leave the pla­ne? This year Novem­ber came under­co­ver. Pre­ten­ding Sep­tem­ber. No one has belie­ved. Even bikes were sad that the­ir time was over. Time to fight! Euro­pe­an ver­sion of hap­pi­ness pre­scrip­tion. Capre­se inste­ad of Pro­zac and che­ese­ca­ke with cho­co­la­te inste­ad of Via­gra. Feeling like house­wi­fe with all tho­se duties. Andro­id starts to piss me off. Is this autumn or shit­ty tech­no­lo­gy? Next small step in mini-stu­dio direc­tion means measu­ring my living room. Pro­duct means con­stant question. Would I like to rece­ive some­thing like this? Fol­lo­wing Hal­lo­we­en Aula bar­camp was main­ly abo­ut dead man. Famo­us but dead any­way. Having fun with bri­de & gro­om. Kuba is cha­sing Ania. Hope­ful­ly for the rest of his life. He pro­mi­sed. Reading best polish pro­se. Michał doesn’t seem to know how to make capre­se. Never­the­less he knows per­fec­tly what is Novem­ber like. No doubts. Gol­den fish and one day. I have three wishes: one day with more light, one day with more light and one day with more light. That all folks.

Octo­ber was hot. Sum­mer was sor­ry for so many tears and was try­ing to say sor­ry. Love­ly bike trip to Kon­stan­cin. Lear­ning how to cook bit­ki. More equ­ip­ment to my home stu­dio and fasio­na­ble disk for daily bac­kup. Play­ing guitar when possi­ble makes me easy-going. Darek Jan­kow­ski was damn right. Ana­sta­zja went home so I did a wed­ding with Grze­gorz as second. Out of sud­den with one small signa­tu­re I beca­me a god father of this mar­ria­ge. Love tho­se events. The only con­stant thing is chan­ge. Freeman’s „Pho­to­gra­phers mind”. Slow­ly intro­du­cing spe­edli­ghts in my pho­to mind. Next wed­ding. Friends. Aga­in lot of posi­ti­ve people. I almost got kil­led by truck going back at 4am in total mist. Weather spo­ils. Cross from Biesz­cza­dy for my mum. This pro­ject lasted one year. One has to be stub­born. Joy of cre­ation aga­in. Mar­ti Stu­dio takes pla­ce in my mind. Wor­kin on quali­ty of pho­to pro­ducts & reading a lot abo­ut it. The last day of Octo­ber was warm and ple­asant. Thank you for being part of my life.

Sor­ry for no trans­la­tion. In the mean­ti­me pic­tu­re has to spe­ak for itself, whi­le I look for the pro­per trans­la­tion of Marek Gre­chu­ta song. He was one of the most influ­en­tial polish arti­sts.

Pho­to used in this TS have a file name IMG_9666.JPG and this was not plan­ned. It’s the publish time what WAS plan­ned. 6:60 plus 6 🙂

Sep­tem­ber. Sur­pri­sin­gly bet­ter then all sum­mer. Scho­ols starts the­ir lofty mis­sion. This year one of my pre­cio­us is the head of the scho­ol. Lap­top dec­la­red gene­ral stri­ke. Mis­sing my two whe­els. Warp4 go into the pha­se of review habit. Pho­to ses­sion with pho­to­gra­pher as a model. Why not? Stro­bist day. I make good use of a bor­ro­wed lamp, ken­nel and three kids. Bar­ce­lo­na. Kind of day­dre­am. No sle­ep. Stun­ning views from the top of sur­ro­un­ding hills. My favo­uri­te food. My favo­uri­te com­pa­ny. Two whe­els eve­ry­whe­re. Puk­ka hedo­nist. If only north-spa­in women knew what heels were inwen­ted for. Bru­xel­les then appe­ared as a sle­epy city. War­saw then appe­ared as … Come back was tough. Fla­men­co by Sau­ra was tougher. My pre­cio­us gets her ankle twi­sted. Time to fare­well sum­mer. Dan­ce flo­or is the right pla­ce to do it. Isn’t it?